The Nightly Guest - Poem by Titto Mutny
There is a river that flows
Down beyond the neanderthal falls
On it, it flows carrying a loved soul.
smooth and gentle.
Though its banks are steep and deep.
At night there is a visitor.
You would see a crane far off the bank.
Watching from a safe distance.
It is said a crane drowned there.
The visitor returns every night.
Staring from a distance.
waiting for her mate to come back.
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